Train travel

Just dug out my old photo I took back in 2008 during a train trip from Porthmadog in Wales with the vintage train by Ffestiniog & Welsh Highland Railways Highly recommended experience. Any time I look at the reflection of a man in a window it reminds me that travel is special time of suspension in our lives. We usually feel to be somehow (even tomporary) related to the place we are in. A train is not really the place, is it? Just departed from point A and mentally still there although physically not any more. Neither we can relate to poin B yet as it is only projection of our mind towards the future.